Novel & Cerita Slice Of Life

Gracie said slicing the onions very slowly like It was cancerous. It was terribly affecting her eyes. “Don’t worry, just let me do it.” He tried to take the knife. “nooo… the one thing I automatically know how to do.” She pouted still slicing with half closed eyes. “fine.” He mumbled. She turned her face away in a bid to dice what’s left of the onions, the knife touched her index finger. “ouch!” she meant that to be a whisper. but he heard. “what happened?” he held her hand talking the knife off.

What I can't tell my mother I tell my grandmother because she is so much more understandable and she is always of good advice. Our life is worth what it cost us in effort. What is life? A delirium. What is life? A shadow, an illusion, and the greatest of goods are hardly counted. Yes, all of life is a dream, and dreams themselves, what are they? Dream!We are all resigned to death; it is to life that we cannot resign ourselves to, the root of the problem is that humans stop at the superficial side of what is life, I know it and I feel it there ' has a lot more than that, and I want to live it, I want to live happy days, when I see other people laughing out loud and going out, having relations

How she has gone through surgery and now has a short life span of one to two years. Her friends were bewildered by her confession and tried to comfort her. They reassured her and made her realize that if there is life, there is still hope. Doctors can only try their best to save human lives, but only the Almighty can do and undo. They told her to pray and hope for the best. To them, a chicken that hasn't died can still eat grains, which implies that Grace can still live longer than the speculated time. Anything is possible as God is involved, but it seems their thoughts did not rally with that of Grace.

The house will be stormy, maybe even reach him ears. But... it's not exactly unilateral maybe it's just a step towards another page. For example, you are living your life at this moment, and I am also living my other life. We are like two parallel lines that do not collide or exist in the other person is life.

There were no words inside—just a single blade of wolfgrass, pressed flat and blackened with age. It reminded me of the moonlit forest, where I'd pledged my love to Leon when we were young. Under the ancient tree, we were just young wolves who had exchanged vows of lifelong love, enveloped in the pure moonlight and the scent of one another. Time passed since then, and what was lost could never be gained back. I held the withered blade in my palm. A sudden breeze through the car window caught it and blew it away. Kane and Sean leaned in close, huddling next to me.

After the celebration, I returned to my room, exhausted, only to find Whitney already inside, holding my reservation slip. My pupils narrowed as I blurted, "What are you doing?" She waved the slip, a hint of malice flashing across her face. "So, you want the antidote?" Without warning, she pulled out a dagger coated in silver nitrate and slashed her own arm. I didn't understand what she was trying to do, but I instinctively stepped forward to stop her. However, she seized the moment to shove the dagger into my hand. Tobias and Nicholas rushed in just in time to see Whitney collapsing to the ground, clutching her injured arm.

The clatter of knives and the hiss of the stove were no longer reminders of chaos—they were a rhythm, ordinary yet grounding. Jordan leaned over to taste the sauce, brushing his lips near Grace’s ear. “Do you think life always has to be this complicated?” he whispered. Grace turned to him, her eyes searching. “I don’t know. Maybe it does. But complexity isn’t bad when it comes with this—” she gestured between them, “—with moments like this.” He smiled, feeling a flutter in his chest. “Then let’s not rush. Let’s savor every uncharted moment, every ordinary miracle we can claim.”

“It’s beautiful.” I rolled my eyes. “It’s pizza.” “To you, maybe,” she said, grabbing a slice. “To me, it’s heaven.” I watched as she took a massive bite, sauce and cheese dripping onto her fingers. She didn’t care. She moaned audibly, drawing stares from the other patrons. “Could you maybe eat like a normal person?” I asked, handing her a napkin. “Normal is overrated,” she said between bites. “You should try enjoying life sometime.”

’’ ‘’I didn’t inform him and only to protect and always help Amara is his job. ‘’Good. ‘’ *CRYSTAL POV* ‘’Did you know that I only eat Pizza on my birthday? ‘’ He choked and coughed in panic. “Don’t you have any money?” Blade’s eyes widened and he seemed incredulous as I laughed at his serious question. “It’s not that I’m short on cash; it’s just that I don’t have time. Plus, I’d rather put money in my savings account than buy a pizza on a regular basis.”

I had forgotten about it until that moment. Brandon chuckled as he handed me a slice. "That might be the most depressing thing I’ve heard today." I took the pizza cautiously. "It’s not depressing." "It absolutely is," he said. "What kind of life doesn’t include pizza?" "The productive kind." He laughed. "Sure, Joan. Keep telling yourself that." We ate in comfortable silence for a few minutes before he said, "You’re going to need at least two slices if you’re going to repair that statement."